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The policeman looked around, "Is everyone sure that they are fine to go home?"

Everyone nodded and the police shooed them away. One of them held Shilo back, "Wait. Everyone seems to say that you started panicking right before the crash. Some of them even think that you did it..."

Shilo nervously nodded, "Well, I heard the screeching outside... and I just saw the crash happen and I panicked and I tried to get out and then the older man, what's his name, Edward? I ran into him and he put up a ruckus and the servers put us outside so as not to get... bad, for lack of a better word, and then when we were all out there, the crash happened."

The police officer nodded, "We know you didn't do it. The crash happened when the truck lost control on a patch of black ice and the back spun into the café. I think you know after that."

Shilo nodded and the police dismissed him.

Axel frowned, "Are you okay? You've been depressed since the accident..."

Shilo nodded, "I just don't feel safe. I don't know... I just don't like it."

Axel nodded, "Well that WAS some pretty big scale trauma. But be glad you didn't lose any of your family in it. Did you see that woman? She was sobbing at the police station. Her husband and her oldest daughter were killed there."

Shilo nodded, "Yeah... I'll be back."

About an hour later Shilo returned with Yen and Mint, the young pepper-haired boy. Shilo looked at Mint and said, "When I was... imagining... there was a screech on the road and you screamed. Also I was just wondering why you were so willing to follow us. You seemed almost scared."

Mint nodded, but just kept muttering under his breath, "I should not have left the café... I should not have left the café."

Shilo frowned and Yen turned to him, "Umm... Mint? Mint!"

Mint just jumped and ran out the door. Yen frowned, "Sorry, he's been like this ever since the accident. Something about his cousins and better in the café. He won't talk to anyone. His parents have arranged to take him to trauma therapy. Sorry, gotta go see where he went."

Shilo nodded as she ran out the door. He turned to Axel and gravely said, "It seem that I'm not that only one with a sense of foreboding."

Axel laughed, "Stop using big words! You ruin the suspense of the moment!"

Shilo just remained grave and said, "We have to find Edward. He could be in danger."

Edward Baker started his weed whacker, but it just stayed motionless. He grumbled and tried again. Nothing. He muttered under his breath and turned it over. There was a hole in the gas tank and it was dripping into a little pile at his feet. He cursed and grabbed a role of duct tape. He taped it shut and put more fuel into it. He started it and went out to the front of his garden. He ran into his ride on lawn mower and started cussing at it. He grumped and started whacking the overly large dandelions, the last of the season before winter truly set in. There had been no snow down here, but it was already frosting and his plants had died. But he hated the ugly look of the stray weeds. He sighed and Dalia, his neighbor, peered over the fence, "HELLO!"

He chuckled, "Hi! What's going on today?"

She shrugged, "Not much! Just taking-"

She was cut off as Edward ran over a large branch, shooting it towards his gutters. It lodged in there and he grumbled, "I'll get that later."

Dalia laughed and said, "Got to go! Little Jason has to go to soccer practice! Bye!"

She shrieked as her cat suddenly fell of the roof, landing on her. She immediately stood up and shouted, "I'M OKAY!"

He nodded towards her and continued on.

Shilo sighed as the police officer frowned, "Why do you need to see him? He hasn't reported anything, and there aren't any robbers right now targeting older people. And anyway, he's is perfectly capable of taking care of himself!"

Axel jumped in and said, "Well, last week, I lent him a weed whacker and I think it might be faulty. It took some time to turn off and I don't want to trouble him."

The police nodded reluctantly, "Well, how did you get it to him if you don't know his address?"

Axel shrugged, "He drove over to my house."

The police officer loosened up, "Just one last thing. How do you know him?"

Axel laughed, "I go to the same church as him! He's so loud, everyone knows him there!"

The police smiled and said, "Here. I have his address right here."

A small squirrel ran across the roof. It stopped and looked around. Nothing. If ran and ran, scampering to get to its nest. He suddenly lost his balance and tumbled down the roof. It let out a startled shriek and landed in a gutter. It suddenly slammed to a stop as it hit a branch lodged in the metal. It jumped and tried to scratch its way through the metal, but it was stuck. It noticed that the more it scratched, the more it leaned, so it continued scratching the metal, waiting for the tube to lean over to the ground.

Edward groaned as the metallic scratching noise grew louder and closer. He walked over and looked around the premise. Nothing. He felt the wind howl and whip against his skin. The creaking grew louder and shriller. He grumbled and turned towards some weeds he missed. He sighed and suddenly was forced to the ground as the gutters, loosened by the squirrel and the missing supports, collapsed down on him. He grunted and dropped his weed whacker on the mower. He tried to push up the gutters but he was too old and cold to push up. The weed whacker stayed on. The gutters pushed down more as the squirrel scampered towards the end. He grunted and heard the mower turn on as the gutter hit the keys. He gulped as the gutter pusher further and the squirrel scampered out. The gutters push down on the pedal and it started forward. But it was caught on the side of the gutter and went along the angle of the gutter. It steadily made its way towards Edward. He started yelling as loud as he could, but it was all drowned out by the mower. He shrieked as the front wheel crushed his hand fully trapping him. The blades of the mower started to shred his hand, blood spraying all over his face. He was temporarily blinded as the weed whacker slightly cut into the bottom of his jaw. He screamed as it slowly cut into his carotid artery. His vision faded into black as the weed whacker cut further into his tongue, skull, nasal, eyes, brain. Finally the top part of his head was completely severed off as the weed whacker crashed into the fence exploding and sending metal everywhere.

This is the most epic death scene ever. I literally took the idea from an old man who was cutting his brush, fell from his ladder and had the bottom of the shears sent into his eyes. The most major difference was that the other man lived. Ouch... But that you for reading! ~ Shilo Burbans